Should I ask her? I don’t think she will say yes. It’s hot outside. She’s been wearing t-shirts lately and expensive sunglasses. Her arms are scary. I’m afraid. Is she happy? I don’t know. Should I help her? Yes. But I can’t. Why not? I’m scared. People talk about her. They don’t talk a lot. When they do, he has this light in his eyes. He’s always happy around her. Always smiling when he’s around her. I’m confused. I don’t think I should ask her. “You should, she won’t say no,” her friends tell me. “Do you want to go to prom? With me?” I ask after school. No one is here, and it’s scary how quiet it is. She’s looking at me, and I don’t understand what her eyes are trying to tell me. She nods, eagerly. “Yes.” I smile, and hug her. “She didn’t say no.” I tell her friend. “I told you, didn’t I?”
YOU ARE READING
You love me.
RomanceThis story is about the girls love, but I wrote it from what I assume is Harry's point of view.
